Lord, hear our prayers.

Forgive me for the poor metaphor but after a day like yesterday words so quickly become arrows that fly back and forth between camps and individuals and blogs and opinions, seeking to injure or even to destroy.

Many to blame, many to condemn. People, policies, partys.

To be sure, something needs to be done, because for this to be the regular cost of being able to bear arms, it's not worth it.

But for today there are those families that are empty, or lost, or hurting.

How about we think about, or pray for, or care about those whose lives have been torn apart by such utter violence this week.  That might be a better use of our energy and time, for now.